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04| 𝔦 𝔩 𝔬 𝔳 𝔢 𝔶 𝔬 𝔲
sand drips
water drops
candles melt
heart's hollowing out
to make space for ye within
my heart.
burnt fingers
ashen mornings
embers upon thy face
the stars in front of thine eyes.
doth doubt the stars are made of fire?
doth tell the fortune teller to fate this death as a malison?
doth listen to this heart and wish to crush it?
Verily I have been torn and felt agony
at the thought of thee
crumbling pieces of time,
the tides turning against me
in front of
mine eyes.
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preach.
Randoma tiresome life turned the sour taste in her mouth to the familiar flavour of death.
